How the fuck can I get my revenge? he thought. She was easy, she was an obedient little slut, totally submissive, but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted revenge on his brother, he was fucking her so how could he do that. To get it, he had to maintain the illusion that he didn’t know so he ordered his slut to keep fucking him, like she had done. She wasn’t to reveal anything to the brother at all. That night, after she reported that his brother had been, he would fuck her in the face, then have her sit in the bath and use his piss to wash the semen he had deposited on her face off. He knew she would masturbate furiously afterward, but he wasn’t going to interrupt that, yet. He wanted his revenge, but how?
A few weeks went by while he formulated a plan. He ordered her to tell him everything. It always began when he would inform her he would be working late. This happened at least once per week, the demands of his job were crazy sometimes but the big bucks went with the crazy and he didn’t want to give up the big bucks. She would call the brother, let him know, then when the brother got there, she would be fucked. Apparently, his brother had a dick that was bigger than his. This made him prickle, he wasn’t happy with that.
As kids they really didn’t develop any sort of decent sibling relationship, it was more like rivalry squared. Their father was a domineering prick, bible thumping and child thumping were interchangeable. He thought he outgrew it and with her, he was sure he was the dominant person his father had been. He thought he was better, but it turned out, he was the same, he thought, just without the bible. That was why his brother was fucking his sister-in-law, their rivalry didn’t allow him to do anything else. He should have seen it, prepared for it, dealt with it ages ago.
He could see Betty Hutton and Howard Keel, “Anyone you can fuck I can fuck better, I can fuck anyone better than you!” He shuddered at the memory of endless repeats of their father’s favorite movies. Musicals, Doris Day, Fred Astaire, Bing Crosby, from “Annie Get Your Gun” to “Ziegfeld Follies”. “The height of great movie making, 1945 to 1970!” he would cry, the looped refrain, reduced to cheap videos, easily replaced if one died. He grew to hate musicals, his father and didn’t like his brother much either. How many times did he get a beating because of that little shit? This was going to be fun.
All she had to do was keep him distracted, so he could get into the house without being heard. Fucking him should take care of that, especially if she was extra noisy. He looked around for a horse whip, and found one at a tack shop near where he worked, he smiled when he held it, this was going to hurt like hell. He told her nothing, except to order the slut to keep fucking him, loudly. Then the day arrived.
He called home to say he was working late, the slut didn’t say anything other than “Yes, Master.” He cut the call and in a few seconds, he called her cell again, it was busy. He knew to whom the slut was talking. He considered his moves. He was going to go home, but stop short. He knew his brother would come from a southern direction, so he would wait for a few minutes north of the house. He would walk the last block, the whip prepared, hidden behind a hallway curtain, easy to reach, into the bedroom and if brother was on top of her, then his ass would be red meat in double quick time. If not, she would jump off at the first touch of the whip and his brother’s dick would get the second strike.
Arriving at his predetermined place, he got out of the car, walked the last block to his bungalow home and entered quietly. He could hear the slut noisily announcing her pleasure. He smiled as his hand reached for the whip, he lifted it, then crept to the bedroom. Sure enough, brother was fucking the slut doggy style, her pussy being pounded by brother’s cock, her ass being slapped by brother’s hips. He lifted his arm and brought it down. It all happened in fractions of a second.
Brother moved and the cracker hit the slut! She screamed and jumped forward, away from the pain, Master felt the whip leaving his hand as brother had grabbed it, pulling it to him. Brother moved, so fast, stunning husband, looping the cord of the whip around the back of husband’s neck and pulled him into the bedroom. Brother threw husband to the floor and kicked him. “You weak pathetic cunt!” Master heard, “You think you could beat ME?” Brother turned the whip around taking the end of the shaft in hand, and used the handle to beat Master! “YOU FUCKING MORON!” Smack – pain! “PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A MAN!” Smack – pain! “YOU FUCKING WEAK ASSED SISSY” Smack – pain! “YOU CAN NEVER,” Smack – pain “OUTWIT ME!” Smack – pain. “YOU ARE MY,” Smack – pain “FUCKING SLAVE!” Smack – pain! “UNDERSTAND?” Smack – pain! Pause. Smack – pain! “UNDERSTAND?” Smack – pain!
How the fuck did this happen? “UNDERSTAND?” Smack – pain! “JUST LIKE YOUR SLUT WIFE!” What the fuck is this? “UNDERSTAND?” Smack – pain! “UNDERSTAND?” Smack – pain! He was stunned at this turn of events “UNDERSTAND?” Smack – pain! PAIN grew in his vision “UNDERSTAND?” Smack – PAIN! “Yes,” he whimpered. “WHAT?” Smack – PAIN! “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Smack – PAIN! “YES,” husband replied. Smack – DEEP PAIN! “THAT’S FOR BEING TOO SLOW! Smack – DEEP PAIN! “AND THAT’S FOR MAKING ME REPEAT MYSELF!” Smack – DEEPER PAIN! “YES WHAT?” Smack – DEEPER PAIN! “YES, MASTER!” The anticipated blow did not land. “Good,” he heard. “Now why are you still dressed in front of your Master.” The slave hesitated! Smack – SEVERE PAIN! “I DO NOT REPEAT MYSELF!” Smack – SEVERE PAIN! Slave stood and quickly undressed.
“Slut, go to the medicine cabinet and bring something to ease those bruises that are forming.”
“We have nothing, Master,” she replied.
“Fuck!” he said, “Fucking typical.” He thought for a moment, “Get some ice, wrap it in a towel and put it on his back slut!” He looked at slave and said, “You just stand there, move and you get the end of the whip again, up your fucking ass as well!”
“Yes, Master.” Slave was completely perplexed, this should have worked out for him! What the fuck happened?
Master reached over to his coat and pulled out his cell. He pressed a couple of buttons and said, “I’m at the fucking moron’s place now. Come here, bring your small toy box and some of that bruise cream you have.” He cut the connection. Slave wondered who Master was talking to. Obviously someone he knew, someone who knew both of them, he didn’t give the other person the address, so it has to be someone who knows them both. Slave was seriously perplexed and just then, slut came back into the room with a hand towel shaped like a pad with some ice cubes in it.
“Apply it to his back, to all the welts, slut.”
“Yes Master!” She said, “Thank you for caring about your slave-”
“NO! I don’t care for slaves, I just don’t want my property marred!” He stood for a moment, “Get on your knees slave and don’t move!” In a moment, slave got to his knees, and Master turned and left the room. Soon he returned to find his slave on his knees with the slut patting his back with the towel full of ice cubes. He could see the marks left by the whip handle’s knob. It wasn’t big but it was clearly inflexible, there were large diamond shape welts forming, lots of them. Slave’s back reacted to the cold, the heat of the welt, the cold of the ice cubes seeping through the towel.
“While she is doing that, you are going to suck my dick!” Master demanded. The fear grew in the slave’s eyes. Master pulled the knife in his hand out so everyone could see it. “Either your saliva or your blood will be on my dick, I don’t particularly care which.”
“I-I-I’ve never sucked-”
“BULLSHIT!” Master cried, lashing out with the whip again. Slap – PAIN. “I know you have! I saw you!”
Slave was defeated. Utterly. MASTER KNEW! His deepest darkest secret. There was only ever one dick he had in his mouth! He thought his secret was safe! Buried! But Master knew! He saw! He never said anything!
“Soon, two other people will be here. When they arrive you, slut, will open the door for them. Don’t let the neighbors see you, you won’t be dressed at all. Invite them in and bring them to me.”
There was something in the voice that slave had not heard before. There was a triumphant note, he had won, won everything.He wondered who these people were but his curiosity was dampened by the more immediate outcome. Master stood right in front of slave and ordered him to open his mouth. “You bite, you die! Understand!” It wasn’t a question. Slave nodded. A stab to the neck could sever a carotid artery, or jugular reducing his life span to mere seconds. They both knew it.
The slut was astounded her master could have been overpowered and defeated like this, so easily. She was so turned on by these events, her pussy was dripping. She needed a dick or a finger or anything else in her soon. So he wasn’t her Master after all. She kept rubbing the slave’s back with the ice pack wishing it was her that the Master was ordering to suck his dick.
“You will be busy soon enough, slut,” he said, “Keep the ice pack going until our guests arrive. You, slave, will now make me erect. Do a good job and I may let you cum later.”
The slave moved closer and took his new Master’s cock in hand. He remembered. He remembered exactly how he did it before. He gently caressed the slackened dick, running his fingers over the knob, he could feel it grow a little. He leaned in and held the penis up a little, allowing it to rest on his lips. He kissed the knob, prodded it with his tongue, then lapped it a little under the frenulum and was rewarded with a surge of growth in its hardness.
“Oh good, good!” he heard his Master say. He pursed his lips and eased the hardening tool into his mouth. He always marveled at the silken softness of the knob, the little dribbles of moisture that seeped from the eye of the knob. He loved the hard texture of the shaft of a dick, the way that the skin would slide over it when he was playing with it. Like him, the Master had also been cut, even though they were neither Jewish or Muslim, their father insisted. After all, didn’t that deeply religious and health activist luminary John Harvey Kellogg nominate circumcision as a way to prevent the sin of Onanism?
He let the knob slide between his lips making sure he didn’t lose contact with the skin of the knob at any place. He heard a sigh, “Oh he always said you were fucking brilliant at sucking!” Well, it was my best skill, he thought, I didn’t have anything else when growing up, not after… Later after leaving for college, I didn’t have to any more so never went back to it. Being honest with himself, he did miss it, sucking dick, just in a college environment, at that time, he didn’t want to be known as a faggot. It’s more than a little different now, but even now he would be reluctant to reveal that side of himself.
“Suck me, just like that,” Master said, “Watch, slut, your husband can teach you a thing or two about sucking dick.”
Slave could feel the cock in his mouth was bigger than the other. The slut was right, he has a bigger dick than me, he thought. Thicker, but maybe not a lot longer. But strong too he thought as he pumped it in and out of his mouth.
“Oh, that is very good, slave. A little too good.” He pulled back away from his brother’s mouth. “Slut, your turn.” The slut dropped the ice pack and swooped onto the Master’s cock. “I hope you were watching, slut. I expect improved head from you now.” She was, she had her lips folding in and out as the Master’s cock went in and out of her mouth. “Yes, that’s better. You have a long way to go though to be as good as my slave.”
The master looked at his brother and shook his head, knowing how pathetic he really was. He didn’t have the courage, the intellectual capacity, the will to fight back. Not like me, the Master thought, I’m five years younger than you, thirteen when you went to college and within a year I proved I was better than you, stronger, smarter. More ruthless. I had to be, you weren’t there.
His eyes strayed to the bedside alarm clock, displaying the time. They should be here soon, but the slut won’t make him cum, she never has with her mouth. His guests will be arriving in the next five minutes, he thought. The slut worked his dick like she never had before, better, but still not up to his brother’s standard.
“Tell me slave, how many cocks have you sucked?”
“Two now, Master.”
“Two? I am surprised,” he said, “You haven’t lost any of your skill, that’s for sure.”
“No Master, I haven’t practiced, but once learned, sucking cock is a skill never forgotten.”
Just then, the doorbell rang. “Go,” he told the slut, “Don’t let the neighbors see you, bring our visitors to me. While she is gone, you may continue to suck me.”
The slave got back into the position and started sucking his Master again. He heard movement in the hall, approaching the bedroom. “I didn’t say stop, slave, keep sucking.” He did, feeling the length of that cock sliding along his tongue, the slightly salty pre-cum spilling onto his taste buds, the skin a delightful flavor. He caught movement out the corner of his eye but didn’t break his movement.
“About time,” Master said, “Stop slave, welcome your guests.”
The slave allowed the cock to drop out of his mouth and looked around. He was stunned into silence. “I said, ‘Welcome your guests’ slave!”
He could barely get a squeak out. Standing there, inside the room were their parents. Mother’s eyes were wide open, Father was more guarded.
Master looked at their parents and said, “I ordered you here for several reasons. First is to see what a damaged and pathetic fuck wad your eldest son became. You did this to him Father.” Master’s anger was barely held in check. “Your beating of him, making him suck your dick, wrecked him.” Father looked shamefaced at his naked son, kneeling on the floor, his lips glistening with the pre-cum of his younger son. “And you Mother, your silence contributed to this.” She too was ashamed.
“For your information, brother. I saw you sucking Father’s dick. You were a senior in high school, bigger than him and you let him abuse you like that? Pathetic! I wasn’t going to allow that to happen to me. I knew that when you left, I was going to be his next fuck toy, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I’m stronger than that, stronger than you. When it finally came, I was ready, I had a club all ready for him. He came into my room and so I used it on him. Didn’t I, Father.”
“You did, Master. You really beat me up.”
“When Mother came to investigate, I did the same to her. I needn’t have bothered, she would have done exactly what I would have told her to do, I realized later. So they are my slaves too. They do exactly as I tell them to. Strip!” He ordered them. In moments his parents were naked, standing in front of their sons. Neither were trying to cover anything. “Mother, the cream, apply some to my brother’s back.”
Mother quickly got the bruise cream and carefully applied it to the slave’s back.
“Now the Rules,” Master said, “Follow the Rules and there will be no issue. Break them and there is a problem, understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You too slut!”
“Yes, Master,” she replied.
“You will both be free to pursue your own lives, your own interests as far as you can. BUT! You can never leave this area, this city, this State without my permission.”
“Yes, Master,” they chorused.
“You will be available to me any time I order. You will be working, be living as normal as you have been, but if I want sex, you will do it. You will have sex with whomever I say. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” they said, “You can fuck us both together or not, whenever you want and we can resume our lives.”
“Good,” he said, “Now for them,” he continued, “They have been my slaves for the last decade, Mother is a beautiful woman, is she not?” Slave nodded, “You can have her any time except when I want either of you,” Master eyed her, “Fuck the slut, Mother, use your toys.”
Mother stood, taking the hand of the slut and led her to the bed. She kissed her daughter-in-law and touched her breasts, hands touched the slut all over, fingers were inserted into the slut’s vagina. “You may make her cum, Mother.” Master hesitated, “And the slut will do the same to you.”
“As for Father, you can call him for sex at any time, day or night. He will give you his ass and his mouth whenever you want to fuck him. BUT! Under no circumstance is he allowed to take any sexual pleasure from you. He will never touch the slut, nor does he have sex with Mother. He is only allowed to masturbate, his prejudice about Onanism is his life now. You may fuck him but he will never fuck you, again. Understand?”
“Yes, Master!” There was a perverse pleasure in this, he thought, a reversal of roles.
“He can only masturbate with an audience, you and the slut, with Mother if you chose. I am giving him to you. You can fuck Mother in front of him but he cannot do anything until you are finished. Understand, Father?”
“Yes, Master,” Father said, “He is my new master.”
“I will be watching,” Master said, mildly, “So if you try anything, you will be in serious trouble.” Father said nothing, but the look of fear that came over his face was real. “Now, brother, he can begin to pay recompense for all those times you blew him or were fucked by him, without him returning the favor. I am giving him to you.”
They were momentarily distracted by the moans of the slut being eaten by Mother. “Make no mistake, brother, I will fuck your ass, today. You will be mine forever. As a gift, I am giving you Mother and Father. Go, while she is pleasuring the slut, fuck her. Father, come here and suck me.”
Father crawled over to the Master and took Master’s cock into his mouth. “You will find he is a very good cock-sucker, brother.” Slave lifted mother’s hips up, bringing her knees under her. Mother had her face buried between the slut’s thighs and now, her ass and pussy were exposed for Slave to fuck. As if reading his mind, Master said, “Either hole. But I suggest pussy first, then in a little while, her ass. When you have done that, Father can finish you with is mouth. He likes sucking dick that has been in an ass, don’t you Father?”
Father nodded, “Mmmuh huh!” He agreed.
Slave’s erect cock poked at Mother’s pussy and the knob disappeared inside. He didn’t know what to expect, thinking her pussy was stretched with three children, so would be loose, but in fact, the opposite was true. Mother’s pussy was tighter than the slut’s! He could feel his cock being grabbed by the walls of her vaginal canal as he pumped it. In and out, and he could hear the sighs and squeals of pleasure from Mother even muffled by her lingual assault on the slut. “She likes being fucked by you, brother!” Master declared, “You should fuck her at least once a week, she will love it. But don’t cum in her, save that for Father!”
Slave kept fucking his mother, pounding her ass with his hips, as she was still eating the slut. “In the ass now, brother.”
Slave pulled out of his mother’s pussy and reached for the oil in the box. He dribbled some on his hand and wiped it over his cock, then using his fingers, he wiped it between her ass cheeks, paying special attention to the dark rosebud of her asshole. He slid a finger inside her, then happy there was enough oil on her, he aimed his prong at her hole. Mother didn’t miss a beat with her tongue as her son delicately pushed his tool inside her rectum. He began to slowly thrust into her, he heard Master say, “Slut, sixty-nine your mother-in-law. You can also lick his balls as he is fucking Mother!”
There was some shuffling, some twisting as the slut moved into position. She was clearly loving this and he felt her tongue wipe over his ball sack. This was such a thrill. He never thought he would ever fuck her, but here he was, reliving his early adolescence
“No need to be so gentle brother, she is well and truly used to being fucked in the ass. After all, this was her husband’s favorite thing to do with her. And with you,” he paused, “And with our sister.” The slave stopped, looked at Father with a glare of hatred. “That why she ran away, isn’t it Father?” Master said, coldly as he pulled his dick out of Father’s mouth.
“Yes,” he admitted quietly.
“Tell him the rest of it.”
“I defiled my eldest son and my little girl.”
“What were the consequences of that Father?” Master asked contemptuously.
“Our Master had me burn all my Bibles. I can no longer attend church, any church. I am an abomination, unworthy of God’s grace. I am evil and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make amends for my actions. I am so sorry to you, to your sister. I hope one day you will both be able to forgive me, but I do not expect you ever will.” To the Slave, he seemed genuine in his admissions and sincere in his regret, but it did not diminish the hate in his breast.
“You will pay for that,” he said.
“No, Slave! It was your cowardice that allowed that to happen! He fucked her only because you didn’t have the courage to expose him for what he was! Think about that you fucking moron!”
The truth of that statement was obvious, was clear. Slave felt it hit him like a tsunami! He was overwhelmed and collapsed into a heap. Too much truth, too much fear, too much loss, it broke him. He heard his Master say, “Fucking weakling! See what you have…” fading as the darkness slipped over him.
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